Dangling
I am competitive by nature. So when I see the high score hovering right above me, it becomes the carrot before the donkey. It becomes an obsession to obtain that which I can not reach and I become the jackass chomping away at the thin air before me and while the sane world sleeps and dreams, my mind slaughters the sheep and replaces them with Tetris blocks.
Blocks that fall at random yet fall into place so perfectly. Blocks of fate that lay the pathway to victory, a golden albeit fleeting period of peace and when the time comes I’ll sing one song: Glory.
I count the ways to make the pieces fit. I count the days until I at last leap frog into first place and regain my rightful spot at the top. The cream of the crop. The Reigning King Triton Titan of Tetris Friends.
Friends?
I have no friends. I bite my thumb at you. I won’t be there when the rain starts to pour, I clasp my hands behind my neck and beat my elbows at you.
I’m catching that carrot and when I do, I’ll bake me a carrot cake, blow the candles and make a wish that none should ever suffer the same torturous woe I feel tonight.
